| Take your wings outside, you can’t fly in here
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| Besides, a purple sky is better soaring for you, my angel
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| You’re an angel, you little devil
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| As for me, I’ll stay inside
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| I’ll be just fine and I’ll watch from the window
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| Cannot categorize the nature of this sickness
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| A miracle that you’re alive
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| Stuck to the roof of my mouth with a staple
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| Remember last April when we saw U.S. Maple?
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| Somehow, the singer showed the Fireside exactly how I feel
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| And we say goodbye and go underground
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| Or up towards the sky, up in smoke, burnt down to size
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| At least we’re still friends
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| At least we’re still alive
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| Take your wings outside, no use for them in here
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| Bad luck to open inside
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| Work like umbrellas, like a broken mirror
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| It’s getting clearer, the end is closer
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| Than ever before and you’ll want nothing more
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| When your head hits the floor and you’re lost in the darkness
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| And we say goodbye and go underground
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| Or up towards the sky, up in smoke, burnt down to size
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| At least we’re still friends
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| At least we’re still alive
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| And we say goodbye and go underground
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| Or up towards the sky, up in smoke, burnt down to size
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| At least we’re still friends
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| At least we’re still alive |